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Arrived in Campobasso yesterday afternoon after a long drive. It started to rain half way through the ride. We stopped part way there at a rest stop, which had a small restaurant and gift shop. We were hungry, so we had a bite to eat. It was difficult ordering in Italian, so what I ordered and what I got were very different! It turned out fine, …

... salad, and crostata and skorpelli just like mum used to make. We also had chestnuts and torrone and loads of drinks – great day. At the end, although Zio Angelo had been quiet all day, he invited Craig to a game of checkers and proceeded to beat him – which is not easy. After we said our goodbyes Elena took us for a drive through Morcone. It is a very old and pretty town, with very tight streets – the tightest we have seen anywhere. Craig and I were ...

... nice filling lunch. They weren’t happy that I could only eat about half of what they served but I am trying hard not to become sick from being overfed. Lots of Italian chatter, Craig is needing to amuse himself with his numbers and he is a saintly husband. It doesn’t help that there is no reception or Internet here – so back to basic basics. We were expecting it to be cooler but it is actually very cold – about 7 degrees. Winter is finally here ...

Is it sad how happy I am that my months of research putting together my little Campobasso guide book, and accompanying city map, have finally paid off? It came in REALLY handy - almost as handy as the map of Boiano would've been if I had actually printed it - but I digress.

Of course, what better way to start the trip than to have our train to Campobasso show up 45 minutes later than scheduled. That's ok, it's enough time ...

... seasoned with more of those magical mountain herbs I had gathered on the return walk from Torrone del Molise. As a family, we've managed to buy out two kinds of wine at the local store, so we've switch to another kind, that happens to come in 4-litre plastic jugs. At least we transfer it to a pretty bottle for the table. We finish the evening with a little Fernet, a little Limoncello, a few amaretti cookies and stories of the bus that comes every 20 minutes. ...